Mireya’s POV “I don’t think that suits you, Mireya. Right, Agatha?” Blaire turned to Agatha, the royal tailor King Victor had summoned. Agatha nodded. “Yeah. I think you are a bit fat in that wedding gown, Lady Mireya,” I heard Blaire giggle. She even covered her mouth, attempting to suppress her laughter but I know she didn’t put much effort into doing so. “You are way too harsh, Agatha,” Blaire playfully waved her hand at Agatha then walked towards me. She stood behind while inspecting my reflection. She bit her lower lip to suppress her smile but it still escaped. “You still have a few months to lose weight, Mireya. I am sure you don’t want to walk in the aisle looking like a fat ass pig,” I smiled at her and nodded. “Yeah. I don’t want that Blaire but I am too tired to go on a diet either,” I reached for the zipper of the gown I am wearing and let it fall down. I grabbed my dress to cover my body. I turned to face Blaire whose smile was now slowly fading while w
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